Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rapsody
Vocals
Hit-Boy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marlanna Evans
Songwriter
Chauncey Hollis
Songwriter
Dustin James Corbett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Producer
Corbett
Producer
Marlanna Evans
Recording Engineer
Eric Guerrero
Assistant Recording Engineer
Victor Gaspar
Additional Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
First name Marlanna, last name Evans
Underappreciated, but I'm still the most respected
My insecurity is the fear of being rejected
When you this raw, they listen wit' an erection
**** pull the Drake before they rap about affection
There I go, hard to rap without a message
My biggest flex is I can stand on what I did
Never faked anything, the cars or how I lived
I ain't no millionaire, I ain't no bitch
Real **** don't shoot, they talk with they fists
Lose some, win some
Live another ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty
Ain't worth doing the bid, advice I give
How I'm underpaid when a motherfucker like me is nice like this?
Nobody write my shit
I should wake up in Jacob
Make what they make and drive a 4.6, that's crazy
[Chorus]
I went Roc Boy to Hot Boy, to Hit-Boy, them big boys
Y'all threw some rocks at me
I threw back asteroids
Y'all crazy, I'm crazy
[Verse 2]
I spit that, "Oh my God," shit to rearrange ya molars
This for the culture
This that rap shit, that rap shit underexposed to
Almost went M.I.A. on **** like Lauryn
Out the window like the Joker in the foreign, acting foreign
I finally went psycho
Jhené Aiko, it's gon be 2K
Only way these lil', lil', lil' brothers could ever play me
Industry plants, I eat 'em like Dr. Sebi
If I went basic, I'd be in the Wraith
If I had a dick, I'd be in the greatest debates
Call me, pick me, fuck y'all bitches like Lena Wathe
That's my pride-talking insecurities
I face scars like Omar coming
Nah, Rap back
Took bigger steps than Kodak
Pushed 'em off Everest, just to remind **** what my level is
Rap back, they don't pay me at the level that I rap at
Crazy, if they can't benefit off you, then they act shady
I thought most the love would come back from my ladies
'Bout sixty-forty, I'm just making observation
**** call it clout chasing when I mention JAY-Z
Fuck y'all, y'all just mad 'cause he don't know y'all
Maybe? Huh
[Chorus]
I went Roc Boy to Hot Boy, to Hit-Boy, them big boys
Y'all threw some rocks at me
I threw back asteroids
[Bridge]
Huh, no more noise from y'all ****
When you the sun you shine on all the Icarus'
Know my power, I know what my penmanship did
Drop so many jewels I couldn't even put 'em on wrist
That's the sacrifice when you this nice
They wanna dim your light (They tried to)
But never that (Never that)
Never that
[Outro]
I went Roc Boy to Hot Boy, to Hit-Boy, them big boys
Y'all threw some rocks at me
I threw back asteroids
Y'all crazy, I'm crazy
Written by: Chauncey A. Hollis, Dustin James Corbett, Marlanna Evans